Page 28 of Papa's Little Bride
He leans over me, puts his lips to mine, and kisses me with an intensity that has me arching against him and reaching for his belt buckle. He playfully smacks my hand away and grabs my wrists, pulling my arms above my head, all the while not breaking the kiss. He tastes like wine and the chocolate dessert we enjoyed after dinner, and I can’t get enough as he thrustshis tongue deep and holds me in his complete control. Whenever I wiggle against him, he tightens his hold on my wrists and kisses me harder, and harder still.
Yes, I think Papa’s going to be very, very rough with me.
I can’t wait.
Kingston
My little brideis so fucking wet.
Her panties are tangled around her ankles, and I’m sliding one finger in and out of her exquisite tightness. She shudders against me with each drive, and her tiny gasps and whimpers are making me wild.
I withdraw from her center and stand her up beside the bed, the need to see her fully naked overwhelming. I gather herdress up and pull it over her head, leaving her in her underthings and her petticoats. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing rapidly. The peaks of her hardened nipples show through her chemise, and I’m quick to drag that garment over her head next.
Bare from the waist up, she trembles and peers at me with wide eyes, but she doesn’t look frightened. A bit uncertain, perhaps, but she’snot afraid of what’s to come. Her trust is the most precious gift, and I stare at her with reverence as I remove her petticoats and urge her to step out of her panties.
“You’re all mine, Faith.”
I reach between her thighs and cup her cunny hard.
“Who owns this sweet little flower of yours?”
“You do, Papa. It’s yours.” She grabs one of my hands and squeezes. “I’m allyours.”
“Damn right you are.” I give her a slight push, forcing her back onto the bed.
Stepping away a few paces, I divest myself of all my clothing while she looks on, her cheeks blushing redder with each garment I remove. Now completely undressed, I fist my hard cock in my hand as I approach her. When I crawl atop her and settle my cock at her entrance, she parts her thighs, butI don’t thrust into her yet.
Instead, I kiss her again.
I kiss her until she’s moaning and trying desperately to entice my entrance into her cunny, with urgent lifts of her hips.
Pulling away, I give her one last kiss—this one quick and on her forehead—before I concentrate on gliding the tip of my hard length along her soaking wet slit. I watch in erotic fascination as mycock moves up and down through her smooth, pink glistening folds. Her cunny is swollen with need, and whenever the tip of my hardness grazes her clit, she jerks and arches her back.
Still keeping my cock teasing her slick pussy, I lean down to capture a nipple. I alternate licking the stiffened peak and drawing it between my teeth. A slight tug and she releases another whimper. I give herother nipple the same treatment, laving it and biting it.
Tender and then rough.
She falls apart, trembling, then tossing her head from side to side, as she once again tries to propel her cunny onto my cock. But I lift my hips in time, preventing her from seeking her pleasure just yet.
“Not yet, my little bride,” I say in a mock scolding tone. “Not yet.”
“Papa, please.”She wriggles and pushes at my chest.
“Patience, love, patience.” With that, I work my way down her body, kissing and worshipping my sweet bride. I run my tongue along her stomach, moving lower still, until I reach my destination—her pink, glistening cunny. Holding her thighs apart, I tease her with slow, feather light licks to the outer folds of her sex.
“Papa?” Her high-pitchedtone reveals her surprise over what I’m preparing to do, but she doesn’t attempt to push me away. She’s such a good girl, waiting for her papa to feast on her little virgin flower. She quivers and then shrieks when my tongue dances over the slit of her sex. Moans erupt from deep within and she reaches for me, running her fingers through my hair as I part her swollen, intimate lips and move my attentionsto her clit.
I exhale a long breath against her, and keep her spread wide for my ministrations, sliding two fingers into her sopping wet channel as my tongue zeroes in on her clit and circles the protrusion of flesh with precise movements.
“Oh, Papa.” She sighs and grips my locks harder.
Creating a steady rhythm of thrusting into her tightness, I increase the pressure of myattentions to her puffed-up clit. The room becomes suddenly darker, and I realize one of the sconces near the door must have burned out. I glance up to find the change in lighting has resulted in the nearest sconce casting a deep orange glow across her pale, gleaming flesh. Her eyes are shut, and she’s wearing an expression of pure bliss mingled with intense concentration.
My cock hardensfurther, knowing that my little girl is trying her best to come. I pump harder in her cunny, even adding a third finger, though I don’t shove too deep.
It’ll be my cock that finally tears through her maidenhead.
Returning to the sweetness between her thighs, I lap greedily at her clit, reveling in the throbbing of that pleasure button against my tongue.
